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Featuring Uncle Murda, Loaded Lux & Smack White (Intro) Yea, real nigga talk Ain’t just a motherfuckin phrase It’s a motherfuckin lifestyle Brrrrrrrap! (Bridge) If you got your firearms in your hands But your gun found safety Fight, everybody came to fight Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight If you got your firearms in your hands But your gun found safety Fight, everybody came to fight Everybody came to fight, but your gun found safety (Verse) I’m a Harlem nigga, blood line AZ, Al Porter Niggas can’t fuck with me like the massive daughter I hit the strip, all the fiends know my name I have the old school coke, I call it Novocain You be Uncle Fester, light on your brain And I’m Morticia the way a nigga hold a thing I could have them fancy cars and them two’s on Letras de cancionesI rather have my fucking crown made out of thorns Crucify me to God, you can try me Come back three days later thinking they moved the body Took my spirit form, them boys ignored him They didn’t heath the warning, now the wrath pouring on ‘em I do this for my niggas sitting on them corners Can’t get a job, felonies forever haunt them Niggas talk warring, kicking down your door in Till them joints draw ‘em and then they all turn mourning (Hook x2) If you got your firearms in your hands But your gun found safety Fight, everybody came to fight Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight (Verse) The nickel-less, broke niggas used to a little bit Ignorant to the dollar Piggy back, let you follow, mama slipped into pink Leaving pick up, she can’t All the working in the world and ain’t got shit in the bank What you think? Shit is real, real niggas know how I feel As your arm broad your carve knife, you ain’t got skill You buzzing, that’s nothing, they fireflies I swat them all, I’m a slaughterhouse full of cow hide You put nothing in the box, with biscuits and hot fries Your son gonna see chicken when he look in his pop eyes This shit is suicide, being we, we unified One nigga go down, get us all crucified I know the struggle when niggas hustle to stay alive Governor ran off, fuck it then, we creating jobs I lay the odds to the table, labels be playing God But it was Jesus who took the water and made it wine Oh, I get it, fresh home, used to switching leathers Your man told you I’m a bring it better, it’s whatever Hit the jet, hidden compartment to fit the leather You might pick that bat up, but never pick your head up I hope you get your spit together, get your shit together Yeah, you won’t go from doing music to a missing record (Hook x2) If you got your firearms in your hands But your gun found safety Fight, everybody came to fight Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight (Verse) Like my man said, we pull up on them 24’s Jet black, tinted, staying at the Bentley doors In the club rose and Henney pour The whole section drunk, we gonna need 20 more We hit the Louis store, all I know is gimme, gimme I recognize a fake nigga, vision 20-20 Popping Magnum V-12 engine, hear me, hear me Beyonce face on once cent, that’s a pretty penny They say them Harlem niggas pretty boy Floyd with the hand action Thorough borough bread, but I ain’t your man… hattan Every bar he go hard, candy cracking Go mami, I’m an Eddie Murphy movie, you on a roll, I played everybody The gang rewind, the thugs love, The ladies vibe, the thugs love, the ladies fall I feel at home in my city, that state of mind (Hook x2) If you got your firearms in your hands But your gun found safety Fight, everybody came to fight Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight Sound boy barrier It’s gonna be a sound boy barrier From Letras Mania